This is a song about "Left"

What is hittin' for

I left for one summer,

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

With the rest who are left

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

And i'm left for the corrections,

So here i am at the store for some chips

But i just wanna make love to your mind

All the people you left behind.

I regret some shit i did

She knows you masturbate left handed

Promises that had us left assured

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent